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William Henry Drummond - Pelang
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Pelang! Pelang! Mon cher garçon,
  I t`ink of you--t`ink of you night and day--
Don`t mak` no difference, seems to me
  De long long tam you`re gone away.

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De snow is deep on de Grande Montagne--
  Lak tonder de rapide roar below--
De sam` kin` night, ma boy get los`
 On beeg, beeg storm forty year ago.

An` I never was hear de win` blow hard,
  An` de snow come sweesh on de window pane--
But ev`ryt`ing `pear lak` it`s yesterday
  An` whole of ma troub` is come back again.

Ah me! I was foolish young girl den
  It`s only ma own plaisir I care,
An` w`en some dance or soirée come off
  Dat`s very sure t`ing you will see me dere.

Don`t got too moche sense at all dat tam,
  Run ev`ry place on de whole contree--
But I change beeg lot w`en Pelang come `long
  For I love him so well, kin` o` steady me.

An` he was de bes` boy on Coteau,
  An` t`ink I am de bes` girl too for sure--
He`s tole me dat, geev de ring also
  Was say on de inside "Je t`aime toujours."

I geev heem some hair dat come off ma head,
  I mak` de nice stocking for warm hees feet,
So ev`ryt`ing`s feex, w`en de spring is come
  For mak` mariée on de church toute suite.

"W`en de spring is come!" Ah I don`t see dat,
  Dough de year is pass as dey pass before,
An` de season come, an` de season go,
  But our spring never was come no more.

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It`s on de fête of de jour de l`an,
  An` de worl` outside is cole an` w`ite,
As I sit an` watch for mon cher Pelang
  For he`s promise come see me dis very night.

Bonhomme Peloquin dat is leev near us--
  He`s alway keep look heem upon de moon--
See fonny t`ing dere only week before,
  An` say he`s expec` some beeg storm soon.

So ma fader is mak` it de laugh on me`
  "Pelang he`s believe heem de ole Bonhomme
Dat t`ink he see ev`ryt`ing on de moon
  An` mebbe he`s feel it too scare for come."

But I don`t spik not`ing I am so sure
  Of de promise Pelang is mak` wit` me--
An` de mos` beeg storm dat is never blow
  Can`t kip heem away from hees own Marie.

I open de door, an` pass outside
  For see mese`f how de night is look
An` de star is commence for go couché  De mountain also is put on hees tuque.

No sooner, I come on de house again
  W`ere ev`ryt`ing feel it so nice an` warm,
Dan out of de sky come de Nor`Eas` win`--
  Out of de sky come de beeg snow storm.

Blow lak not`ing I never see,
  Blow lak le diable he was mak` grande tour;
De snow come down lak wan avalanche,
  An` cole! Mon Dieu, it is cole for sure!

I t`ink, I t`ink of mon pauvre garçon,
  Dat`s out mebbe on de Grande Montagne;
So I place chandelle we`re it`s geev good light,
  An` pray Le Bon Dieu he will help Pelang.

De ole folk t`ink I am go crazee,
  An` moder she`s geev me de good night kiss;
She say "Go off on your bed, Marie,
  Dere`s nobody come on de storm lak dis."

But ma eye don`t close dat long long, night
  For it seem jus` lak phantome is near,
An` I t`ink of de terrible Loup Garou
  An` all de bad story I offen hear.

Dere was tam I am sure somet`ing call "Marie"
  So plainly I open de outside door,
But it`s meet me only de awful storm,
  An de cry pass away--don`t come no more.

An` de morning sun, w`en he`s up at las`,
  Fin` me w`ite as de face of de snow itse`f,
For I know very well, on de Grande Montagne,
  Ma poor Pelang he`s come dead hese`f.

It`s noon by de clock w`en de storm blow off,
  An` ma fader an` broder start out for see
Any track on de snow by de Mountain side,
  Or down on de place w`ere chemin should be.

No sign at all on de Grande Montagne,
  No sign all over de w`ite, w`ite snow;
Only hear de win` on de beeg pine tree,
  An` roar of de rapide down below.

An` w`ere is he lie, mon cher Pelang!
  Pelang ma boy I was love so well?
Only Le Bon Dieu up above
  An` mebbe de leetle snow bird can tell.

An I t`ink I hear de leetle bird say,
  "Wait till de snow is geev up it`s dead,
Wait till I go, an` de robin come,
  An` den you will fin` hees cole, cole bed."

An` it`s all come true, for w`en de sun
  Is warm de side of de Grande Montagne
An` drive away all de winter snow,
  We fin` heem at las`, mon cher Pelang!

An` here on de fête of de jour de l`an,
  Alone by mese`f I sit again,
W`ile de beeg, beeg storm is blow outside,
  An` de snow come sweesh on de window pane.

Not all alone, for I t`ink I hear
  De voice of ma boy gone long ago;
Can hear it above de hurricane,
  An` roar of de rapide down below.

Yes--yes--Pelang, mon cher garçon!
  I t`ink of you, t`ink of you night an` day,
Don`t mak` no difference seems to me
  How long de tam you was gone away.
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